Of course at times the face to face encounters would fail miserably in any form of self-restraint... I remember one encounter when she showed up to my...house wearing nothing but a coat... as she came in... she let it slide down to the floor while revealing her stark naked beauty... the thought that she had driven from her house like that only made me crave her more... then finishing me with her classic comment: been crazy horny since yesterday... I desperately need you to eat my pussy right. He finallyno longer saw a man but a girl with big teased blonde hair, slutty cakedon makeup and wet looking lips. "I'm not a man." He said once again. Hegrabbed his wife's favorite red nail polish and began painting his toes."Look how good you are at staying in the lines! You are definitely not aman." Said his wife's voice. Once he finished with his toes he was aboutto move on to his nails when he remembered something. His wife used toalways where fake nails and cut them to just barely. Sean arrived just after 5 pm. He looked a little apprehensive, but was soon running the show once he had a beer in his hand. We just chatted at first while Sally undressed in front of us. She walked back and forth from the kitchen, fetching more drinks and snacks, before he called for her to work on him.Sean was in his late twenties and had a washboard stomach and thick rigid cock. He definitely looked after himself and soon proved he had tremendous stamina. Sally got to work, as instructed, on. It was Netal’s fantasy to get fucked hard, almost rape like, next to a beach. She had always fantasized about some stranger who flirted and picked her up on beach and then fucked her brains out. Varkala was a long due trip for us, and finally we made plans and reached Varakala. (For people who don’t know Varkala beach.. google it). We reached morning and checked into an awesome beach facing cottage resort. We got a private cottage for ourselves. Since we had travelled all night, we showered.